average day
"Come on Old man!" You sneer.
"Oh you want some of this stuff? Bring it on tough guy!" He rasps, his throat dry.
"Oh this is gonna be easy.." You think to yourself. You quickly make a mental note to; never go for head, you could give this guy a heart attack.
You begin to strafe each other, 'hahaha...pathetic old man..' you think to yourself, you jab straight for his nose, somehow, flexibily he dodges this attack, and delivers a rock hard swift strike to your temple. "That was just a practice.." You mutter to the onlookers. "..Now this is the real thing!' With everything you've got you repeatedly jab, hook, and upprecut with immense strength, then deliver a blow to his waist with a left side-kick, that only ends in a parry, every hit you attempt is dodged, no blocking, no cowering in the corner pleading with you to get off his lawn, he effortlessly glides, and just moves slightly away from the direction you're attempting to strike. Now you're furious. You begin flailing about blindly with your fists, only to find yourself gob smacked, literally, when he upprecuts you in the chin, causing you instant pain, and you land on the ground with a thud. "I'm letting you win old man!" You shout, which was obviously fallacious.
"Haha. Pussy can't beat grandpa." He sneers.
You get up and frustratedly retreat to your vehicle. The crows roars with chants and cheers for the old man that gets into his little car and slowly makes his way off. 'Bitch can fight...' you think to yourself, you attempt to accept the fact that he beat you, but it's too hard. He couldn't have won! He's an old man!
What do you do?
« Go Back "Oh you want some of this stuff? Bring it on tough guy!" He rasps, his throat dry.
"Oh this is gonna be easy.." You think to yourself. You quickly make a mental note to; never go for head, you could give this guy a heart attack.
You begin to strafe each other, 'hahaha...pathetic old man..' you think to yourself, you jab straight for his nose, somehow, flexibily he dodges this attack, and delivers a rock hard swift strike to your temple. "That was just a practice.." You mutter to the onlookers. "..Now this is the real thing!' With everything you've got you repeatedly jab, hook, and upprecut with immense strength, then deliver a blow to his waist with a left side-kick, that only ends in a parry, every hit you attempt is dodged, no blocking, no cowering in the corner pleading with you to get off his lawn, he effortlessly glides, and just moves slightly away from the direction you're attempting to strike. Now you're furious. You begin flailing about blindly with your fists, only to find yourself gob smacked, literally, when he upprecuts you in the chin, causing you instant pain, and you land on the ground with a thud. "I'm letting you win old man!" You shout, which was obviously fallacious.
"Haha. Pussy can't beat grandpa." He sneers.
You get up and frustratedly retreat to your vehicle. The crows roars with chants and cheers for the old man that gets into his little car and slowly makes his way off. 'Bitch can fight...' you think to yourself, you attempt to accept the fact that he beat you, but it's too hard. He couldn't have won! He's an old man!
What do you do?